Handful

You’re a handful

But you feel too good to release so I take as much of you in as I can before I’m engorged

You’re a moving target

My eyes narrowed and follow you, hoping that instead of forcing me to chase

or shoot you from midair

Whenever I say, come ‘ere

You float down willingly towards my outstretched fingers

You reach me and our bodies melt together

We sigh

There’s more of you than I’ve ever experienced,

More than I can fit in both my tiny hands

I clutch what I can and let the rest roam free

I have no problem keeping them full with you

As long as yours stay full of me.